How many times have I saved this rabbit’s life? Once by adopting him eight years ago, certainly, less than a week before his “deadline” at the animal shelter. Again a year later, the first time he went into GI stasis and I found him cold as death already. We microwaved a sock full of rice as a hot water bottle and rushed him to the vet. Again on the first anniversary of Zeke’s death — bladder full of sludge, that time and a painful and crotchety recovery that was. Another time in 2008 with the head tilt, in tag-team fashion with the ex-. Any number of additional times over the years chasing away feral cats ad sharp-shinned hawks. Six times? Seven?
Apparently not often enough.
He weighed three pounds seven ounces on Monday, down four ounces from October. I can glide my finger between his shoulder blades.
A twentieth of a milliliter of buprenorphine twice a day for pain, and a third of a milliliter of enrofloxacin along with it, the latter one with vitamins and foul flavor mixed in. I pick him up beneath the armpits, cradle him lying on his back in my left arm, wait until he relaxes, then wave each syringe ineffectually in the general vicinity of his mouth as he flinches. Eventually I win. The enrofloxacin is supposed to kill off the deleterious gut flora his vet thinks is keeping him on the razor edge of GI stasis, and the buprenorphine is to ease his pain. Pain from GI stasis causes GI stasis. It’s a bit of a problem.
A rabbit is an abundantly self-replicating machine designed to turn plant material into turds. It’s what they do, except when they don’t and then they die instead. Shut down a rabbit’s digestive tract for more than a couple days and it’ll never start up again. It is my job to keep that fire lit, and to that end I have been shoveling fuel into him like a locomotive fireman with a pile of cilantro-flavored coal.
I can feel every one of his vertebrae when I pet him. When he’s lying supine on my arm his hipbones press into my flesh. He’s about ten years old, and there are any number of reasons he might be losing the weight. None of them are uplifting reasons that give me hope for many future years of companionship.
PZ left a comment here a long time ago, not long after I met Thistle, that has stayed in my mind since. He referred to rabbits, from his perspective as an habitue of biology labs, as “friable… Crumbly and fragile.” I’ve kept Thistle alive for seven years since he made the comment, and yet I have to agree.
He used to be an asshole, this rabbit. One day not long after Zeke died I was lying on the papasan cushion I’d bought him to comfort his old dog bones, and Thistle walked into the room. He’d grown to like sitting on the papasan cushion, looking for all the world like a raisin on a slice of pita bread, and he wanted to do it some more, but I was in the way. He grunted at me from the edge of the cushion. I petted him and said something insufficiently submissive. He turned, walked to the far side of the room, then pivoted and leapt at me, biting me on my septum. It hurt like hell, especially when I laughed. Which I couldn’t not do.
Maybe it was his aging that mellowed him, or maybe it was my going away for a year and a half with no explanation, and then showing up again. He is sweet now and spends most of each day with me in his cage next to my desk. Even when he’s feeling well, he sometimes fails to eat if I’m not sitting next to him. For someone that once had the run of an entire house and his own expensively planted garden, he now shows little interest in leaving his cage. He’s happier if I take him out once a day and fuss over him, but sitting next to me in his cage as I work is enough. He’s good company.
Exercise works to get the gut moving, so I’ve been making him run around the house anyway. After loading each dose of painkiller and antibiotic into him, I put him on the hardwood floor and he ambles slipperily off to see what the cat is up to. The cat only outweighs Thistle by a factor of five and thus is easily pushed around. Yesterday morning the front door was open and desert sunlight streamed in through the metal security door. Thistle headed straight for it, gazed out across the apartment complex’s patio with cloudy eyes. Annette questioned whether his memory was good enough, but I’m certain I know what he wanted on the other side of that door. Though he might have been confused about where it had gotten to.
I just updated my environmental work resume because I needed to for a grant proposal I just submitted, and I realized the one I had on this site was somewhat out of date. So I’ve uploaded it here. I know: you’re thrilled.
1) In the first hour or so of the year, as Annette and I celebrated at our local gaybar-cum-Chinese restaurant,* I suggested that 2012 is the year in which we should make it legal. She agreed. We are happy. Details regarding the wedding are completely up in the air, though Los Angeles is the likeliest location.
1)a: squee.
2) At about the same time I became not-employed by the Desert Protective Council, by my choice. The DPC ate up about 1/2 my time and about 5/3 of my emotional energy, so it was a necessary decision. Nonetheless, the money that came in as a result of the job was, for the last three or four months, just enough to keep us from sliding farther into debt. I need to replace that. Therefore, the job hunt starts now. I’m accepting offers of employment either piecemeal-short-term editing and web design jobs, as well as leads for longer term payrolly kinda deals. Also, if you’ve been putting off tossing a five-spot into the ol’ PayPal jar, or buying a copy of the Zeke book, now would be an okay time for that.
3) In the meantime, I am pleased to announce that Desert Biodiversity has a website, and we are busily assembling an impressive Board of Advisors and will subsequently apply to some 501(c)3 for non-profit status. You can check out the site, sign up, and even toss some cash in toward expenses if you like. (Of course since we’re not a 501 (c)3 yet any donations are not tax-deductible. But they will be much appreciated, and help keep my current cash flow problems from stunting the organization’s growth.)
I’ll have more news on Desert Biodiversity here shortly. Even with a full-time job search I’ll still end up having more time and emotional energy now that I’ve left that job referenced up there.
Oh, and confidential to Sven DiMilo: tried to send you email. Don’t know if I have a good address for you. Ping me if you didn’t get it. Thanks.
* The gaybar-cum-Chinese restaurant is, naturally, called “Wang’s.”
As it turns out, I’m kind of taking a bath on offering shipping for free when people buy the Zeke book here at the cover price. Once I sat down and did the actual math, I figured out that I make a few cents on each copy that way, not including the gas for the drive to the post office.
So I’ve bumped the price up by five bucks to 22.99 to cover the cost of priority mailing a padded envelope of the correct size, which is—not at all coincidentally—4.95.
Presumably people who buy the book here are mainly interested in supporting writers, because you can get it used online for less, so this is probably a completely wise marketing strategy that won’t deter potential buyers in the slightest.
But if you were planning to buy the book at the previous price of 17.99, you have a bit of time: I’ll keep the price there until I get back from my birthday trip to Tucson, which should be January 6 or so.
Of course it’s worth noting that one Amazon reseller has a used copy in “like new” condition listed at around thirty bucks. So 23 bucks for an “IS new” book, signed by the author, turns out the be a pretty good bargain, all things considered.
Q: Dear Jesse: My girlfriend has several children by a previous marriage. We get along well, but from time to time I find myself possessed of a desire to kill them and roast them up. I think most men do. Not only would this provide me with needed sustenance, but it would also free my girlfriend up to nurture any potential future offspring that I father, thus ensuring the survival of my genes. I think this makes perfect evolutionary sense. What’s your take?
- Deep-Thinking Hebephage
A: Whenever society screams about cannibalism, it’s probably just caught an especially alarming sight of itself in the crockpot. There are few among us who aren’t the direct descendents of those who were roasted in a fine honey glaze. Naturally I abhor the notion of killing or eating anyone without their consent, and I want to make that clear at the outset. That being said, A humanitarian diet certainly isn’t rare, and as I’ve argued previously, there’s some reason to believe that a cannibalistic orientation would have been biologically adaptive in the ancestral past. Killing and eating the young of a rival male is well-documented mammal behavior, in species ranging from Ursus arctos to the Felis domesticus that lived in my uncle’s dairy barn. Even our nearest relatives the bonobos, Pan promiscuous, have been known to kill and eat the young of others in their troop. Of course, it was a rival female in the one documented case of which I’m aware, and the killer was also a female, but this nonetheless provides support to your assertion in some unspecified way.
As you very likely live in a jurisdiction in which the kind of behavior you wish to practice is frowned upon, I would advise you to have your girlfriend hide her young in the highest, most inaccessible part of my uncle’s hayloft. Most of the kittens that grew up there survived. Though my telling you might have made that plan less effective. Thanks for writing!
Q: Dear Jesse: I spend most of my time in my basement by myself, and I’m generally just perfectly content with that arrangement. I think most men are. Every now and then, though, I feel a powerful urge to go out and find female humans. I have done this in the past by finding potential mates and explaining to them why it is in their best interests to engage in carnal relations with me. This approach, however, has been less than successful. Is there an evolutionary explanation for why they react improperly to my importuning?
—Deep-Dwelling Herb
A: Herb: Though I officially find your behavior a phenomenon to be met with merciless fury and disdain, it would seem you are on solid ground in an evolutionary sense. Consider the genus Magicicada, the well-known periodic cicadas of eastern North America. Every 13 or 17 years, depending on species, males of this species emerge from the ground and start making incredibly annoying sounds in an attempt to attract willing females.
Of course, Magicicada females also spend that long period underground and emerge at the same time. It may be in your best interests to look for female humans who share your periodic-emergence lifestyle. Joining Mensa or the Society for Creative Anachronism might do the trick.
Q: Dear Jesse: I am a woman of childbearing years with a gratifying sex life and a loving family, but I find myself fighting the urge to enslave thousands of adult females in some sort of celibate warrior caste that exists only to bring me sweet, sweet plant materials, while finding a like number of males who wish only to serve and impregnate me. I think most men do. Is this wrong?
- Deep-Packed Chirpra
A: You are, of course, describing the social structure of quite a number of species of ants, and our even closer relatives, the bees. Some psychologists have challenged the popular notion that being enslaved into armies of drones to serve a single absolute despotic ruler is uniformly negative for all in such relationships.
Q: Dear Jesse: Whenever I see a heterosexual couple making love, I kind of want to stab the man in the scrotal area and ejaculate into the wound, thus increasing my chances of passing on my genes by impregnating his mate to his detriment. I think most men do. My question is, do you have plans for Friday next?
- Derp-Hurfing Evo-Psycho
A: Traumatic insemination is widely practiced in the invertebrate world, so evolution certainly doesn’t argue against it. In most species of bedbugs, however, the traumatic insemination does not involve a male intermediary, but rather a strictly diadic pairing between male and female. In short, you should do what your conscience tells you to.
Q: Dear Jesse: I am a 45-year-old man married to a woman two years older. My spouse and I struggle against what would seem to be generations’ worth of social programming, which programming constricts each of us in this society into performing stereotyped roles, keeping each of us from truly attaining the fully realized human being we each deserve to be. My question is, does evolution really prescribe any kind of moral evaluation of our behavior? We aren’t blank slates, of course, but how do we tease out the genetic from the ingrained social strictures? Isn’t the real lesson of human history that cultural evolution produces change at a much more rapid pace than does Darwinian evolution, and that as a result we are free to guide that cultural evolution—to the extent we can—to make the society we would most like our grandchildren to live in?
—Deke Henson
A: I’m sorry, but there really is no evolutionary rationale for you to be involved with a woman in her late forties with diminishing mate value in the throes of intense intrasexual competition with potential rivals for a desirable mate. You say she’s two years older than you are? EW.
Individual signers can read the text of the Call To Action below, or click on the widget and read it at change.org. If you belong to an organization that might like to endorse this Call To Action — and there are already quite a few prominent organizational endorsers! — send an email to that effect to .(JavaScript must be enabled to view this email address) We’re looking for all kinds of organizations: civic groups, chambers of commerce, professional organizations, PTAs, etc, so your group doesn’t have to be a standard green organization to sign on.
We’ll be delivering the signatures to a number of different people in early 2012. And very importantly: once you’ve signed, tell your friends. We need more signatures.
Solar Done Right Call To Action for Energy Democracy
Whereas,
We must take rapid, effective, innovative action to change the ways we generate and use energy;
Renewable energy is ubiquitous, offering a new model of energy generation that is local, democratic, and free from the abuses of a centralized monopoly;
The US government’s current renewable-energy policy and the policies of most US states push industrial solar and wind development onto public lands;
This industrial development is proposed for hundreds of thousands, possibly millions, of acres of our public lands—much of that acreage consisting of intact ecosystems which provide habitat for rare and endangered plants and animals, sequester carbon, and offer the chance for ecosystem adaptation to climate change;
The utility-scale solar and wind generating plants now proposed, most with footprints of several thousand acres, would transform these ecologically-rich, multiple-use lands to single use industrial facilities, in effect privatizing vast areas of public lands;
Once developed, those lands cannot be returned to their previous state after the life of a project – conversion is total and permanent, even though most such projects will generate power for only 15 to 30 years;
The thousands of miles of new transmission infrastructure necessary to carry power from remote solar and wind electric generating plants to urban demand centers drastically inflates the cost of renewable energy, while imposing its own serious environmental impacts;
The federal government has provided tens of billions of taxpayer dollars in cash grants, loans and loan guarantees for remote industrial-scale solar and wind development to many of the same corporations that have dominated the Fossil Fuel Era, created the problems renewable energy is designed to rectify, and helped hasten the recession, while states and local governments have incurred substantial costs to expedite these for-profit projects;
Efficiency upgrades and “distributed generation”—point-of-use energy generation on rooftops, in parking lots and highway medians, brownfields, and throughout the built environment—are cost-effective, efficient, clean, and democratic strategies that are quick to implement, and would serve communities, ratepayers, and taxpayers by improving local economies and adding to home values, and creating millions of local jobs;
Efficiency and distributed generation further have far less environmental impact than industrial scale solar or wind power on intact ecosystems, while making our electrical power grid far less prone to catastrophic failure;
Feed-In Tariffs (FITs) and true net metering programs, in which utilities purchase democratically produced, decentralized renewable energy at a fair price, have been proven a cost-effective way of stimulating rapid deployment of local solar and other distributed generation, while providing economic stimulus to communities rather than multinational corporations, even in cloudy countries like Germany;
The Environmental Protection Agency’s “Re-Powering America’s Lands” program has identified 15 million acres of degraded or contaminated land potentially suitable for renewable energy development, and is committed to working with renewable energy developers to remediate these lands for use as utility-scale renewable energy generation sites where large projects may be desirable.
THEREFORE, WE DEMAND:
That the Federal and state governments abandon their current path of industrialization and destruction of our public lands;
That any large-scale solar or wind installations be restricted to degraded, contaminated, or already-developed lands, including those identified by the EPA;
That Federal, state, and local governments facilitate a massive deployment of efficiency
upgrades and point-of-use solar power;
That no new large, long-distance electrical transmission projects be approved to serve remote solar or wind projects until distributed power generation and energy efficiency are maximized;
That the Federal Housing Finance Agency immediately lift its de facto freeze on property assessed clean energy (PACE) loans, which provide critical low-risk financing for efficiency upgrades and home energy retrofits;
That Federal and state funding and other incentives be made available to help states establish and expand generous Feed in Tariffs (FITs) modeled after successful programs like Germany’s, and improve net metering policies, and that Congress work to establish the proven solutions of German-style FITs and less-restrictive net metering at a national scale.
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Sincerely,
[Your name]
I’m starting to work on a new project to do pretty much what it says in the image here: to help people explore, respect and defend our irreplaceable desert biodiversity. Oddly, this is a gaping hole in the range of topics environmental groups work on. There are several groups with desert agendas, and some of them are fine indeed, but none work on all living things throughout the desert.
If you’re interested, you can sign up for the Desert Biodiversity email list using this form — if the form actually works here. If not and you’re seeing this text, I’m scurrying to fix it and edit the text RIGHT NOW.
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